What is life? We keep asking ourselves, yet we never find the correct answer to what life is actually. An illusion? An imaginary? A fallacy? Or a passage? The earth? Or what's in-between the earth? We wonder...
There's actually a deep meaning to what life is actually, and from my perspective;
The reality of life is like that of a man who went to the forest, while resting and wandering about finding his balance, He sees a lion, the lion looked up and think it has seen a very good meal for the day, then it started chasing him, it chased him all around till he found a hole as he was running for his dear life and safety, he jumped into the big and deep hole, hoping that would serve as an escape for him, as he jumped, he managed to hold on to a rope, so he won't fall hard or to the bear ground, so that it would be easy for him to pull out again.
Then as he clinged on to the rope, resting and taking a deep breath of safety, and thinking of the way out,he looked down and saw a serpent hissing and waiting patiently for him to fall, he was bewildered and more scared, he looked up and saw Two rats, one is white and one is black, both rat were nibbling at the rope little by little, not forgetting the lion hovering and roaring at the top waiting for him to come out and then devour him. He then looked forward to the hole wall and sees a Honey Comb, he was a little bit cheered up as he hung onto the rope, then he taste the honey comb, it was sweet till he kept on tasting it and tasting it, he kept tasting till he forgets he was holding to a rope, forgets there's a snake beneath him, forgets the two rats (black and white) nibbling at the rope, forgets the lion roaring on top of him.
That's the simplest reality of life.
The lion roaring on top of him is the Life, the two rats (black and white) nibbling at the rope denotes day and night cutting short our life everyday, the honey comb denotes the sweetness of life, the serpent below denotes the Grave... When we come to this life, we forget the purpose of our creation, the reason why we are created. we taste the life and we forgets what's chasing us, we forgets our last home which is grave and we forgets that the day and night is ticking like a clock.
What does a clock do? It counts the days of our life but we forget that and act like it doesn't matter..
Life is just like closing your eyes and opening it within few seconds, what do you do with LIFE??
An impressive article, keep it up